A BnrrISH destroyer was on patrol. When the Captain signalled the order to stop, the First Lieutenant appeared on the bridge.
"Why have we stopped, sir?"
"There's an enemy submarine. immediately below us." sir?"
Shall we get busy with the depth-chargéi, "No;.I'm sending down. a diver with leaflets,"
Bailed Out inn and although it was well past closing time Tub village policeman was passing the local he saw a man still sitting in the bar.
He went to the landlord, "That man should be outside," he said.
"Yes," replied the landlord, "but I can't get him. out."
"Ill soon see about that," replied the constable, and promptly pitched the unfortunate man into the street. 1 "Thanks," replied the landlord, "Ive' been trying to get him out for a long time. You see, he's the bailiff."
And Quite Right, Too Tur hadn't been married long, and they found themselves alone in the big Swiss'hotel. Together they wandered out into the great, echoing mountains.
He took her hand.
"Darling," he said, "isn't it wonderful to be alone in the vastness, with only en echo to answer us? Listen, my love,"
And he shouted "Halle!" as loud as he could.
Back came a very faint "Halle!"
"What are you doing there," he shouted again, and back like thunder came the "echo."
"Mind your own flaming business!"
Locked Out FrzuwG his way through the Blackout, the other night, a man's foot struck a metallic object. Groping his way in the darkness, he found bunch of keys and, feeling sorry for the poor sow who was probably locked out on an exceedingly wet night, he decided to make a detour and call at the home of the village constable, where he duly deposited the keys, together with a few unoriginal but friendly remarks about the weather. He than pursued his way home, enjoying a glow of satisfaction at his good deed. The glow was quickly dimmed, however, when. on reaching his own door and feeling for his latch-key he discovered instead a neat hole in his trouser pocket.
Uniform Makes a Difference Lints written on reading an article in the "N.C.D.N." of February 23, 1940.
None will disagree with the saying that "The Sex is Ever to A Soldier Kind" but many will differ as to the impression, if any, created by a uniform.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.